Taking Initiative.

So, being the dorky student I am, I have already started preparing & gathering my inspiration for my year 12 Studio Art Fashion folio & design next year.

Here, I am willing to share with you but only a snippet of my inspiration:-





























. . . oOh the excitement!!!!!!!!!!
:)

Frida Gustavsson.

This Swedish stunner is F#@%!&G PERFECTION.

Something Good Can Work.

. . . In my first ever post as a blogger,
I mention not knowing what direction my life will take when I leave school.
Having too many options.

ESTABLISHED!
I will join the army.



. . . not as a Soldier, no no...
As a nurse.



I will learn how to be a nurse for the army,
alongside learning the skills of a Soldier.

I remember being a young girl with no more then a decade of age in my veins,
. . Playing army & war games with all the boys,
dreaming of the day I would go off to war.
That dream slipped from me when I labeled it 'unrealistic'.
When adolescence, fashion & makeup dominated my life.
When the thought of living without eyeliner or a hair straightener seemed unbearable.

Four years of maturity later . . .
Nothing is worth giving up a dream for.
No dream too far to grasp,
. . . no beauty item too significant to live without.
!!! I barely use them now anyway!!! :)

La Beaux.

So my life recently has consisted of a bit of the following. . .





. . followed with some;






Not to mention,






. . as well as a lot of,





&&&,





But no;

Winter Listening.

My Winter Playlist:-
















"Big Jet Plane" - Angus & Julia Stone.
"My Mistakes Were Made For You" - The Last Shadow Puppets.
"Oh La" - The Kooks.
"Pretty Visitors" - The Arctic Monkeys.
"Coin Laundry" - Lisa Mitchell.
"Bukowski" - Modest Mouse.
"Endlessly" - Muse.
"Three Peaches" - Neutral Milk Honey.
"Lasso" - Phoenix.
"How We Breathe" - Pinback.
"Blackest Eyes" - Porcupine Tree.
"Voodoo" - Robots in Disguise.
"Pink Bullets" - The Shins.
"Make You Happy" - Josh Pyke.

. . You have no idea how hard it was for me to narrow that down! :)

Girl Crush.

So. . .

I'm pretty much am in love with these girls.




Peaches Geldof




Alexa Chung


. . . Alexa with her 'To-Die-For' pins,
& Peaches with her Oh So Peachy face.
Together with their wardrobes. . .

aaahhh!!

Feel the Envy.

To Be, Or Not To Be?

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!











- William Shakespeare.

Antique?

it's interesting to think that what was once a major hype,
will one day be an antique.
rare.

what was once someones most treasured & most loved item of jewellery. . .
will lie in the cabinets of op shops.
gathering dust.

what was once so taken for granted,
will become a figure of the 'noughties'.

STEREOTYPE!

-blonde.


-punk.


-scene.



-indie.


Why are we always trying to fit a Stereotype?

Why are we all lacking to much confidence in ourselves we have to be someone we're not?

Why are we trying to fit a criteria sheet to simply belong?

Why are we always trying to impress others?

Why do we care what others think of us?

Why can't we be ourselves?


Why are we trying to hide behind a mask of perfection? (well, our own interpretation of perfection) All these clothes. . . all this makeup . . . all this hair dye & fake tan . . . they're not who WE are.

Once again, these have become so normal that no one even questions them anymore. . .
no one scratches beyond the surface.

The girls who wake up in the morning, chuck on the clothes they FEEL like wearing that day, not even thinking about who they have to impress. . . & wash their face before leaving the house with not even a touch of makeup. . . THEY are the ones who are beautiful. They are the ones who guys should be drooling over. None of this - see who can have the most orange legs today - whitest hair tomorrow - most cleavage - clumpiest mascara . . . WHAT ABOUT THAT SENTENCE IS ATTRACTIVE IN THE SLIGHTEST? It all comes back to who can look the least conservative. Least prude. Most 'up to it'. & if you don't believe me, imagine this.
Two girls:
a) is wearing a t'shirt & skirt that comes below her knees. No makeup, & brown hair.
b) is wearing a strappy singlet with a skin tight, just covering her ass skirt. Piled on makeup & blonde hair.
QUESTION: Who makes guys heads turn?
ANSWER: None needed.

Why are we hiding ourselves away?
Why are we scared to let others see who we are?
Could this have something to do with the ridiculous amount of divorces in the world?

Yes, i might have too much thinking time on my hands. Some might even say to get a hobby - i have plenty. & in all honesty, i like thinking. It makes me somewhat happy to be one of the few in this world that actually do. As a result, I know myself. That's something I would never change.

L-L-Limedrop.

Yesterday I had a photoshoot with boutique designers Clea & Nathan. . . Creators of 'Limedrop'

Totally Cute. Totally Quirky. Totally totally awesome!






^ Soon, that'll be me on Google!!! :D

BUT WAIT! Does it get any better???
Why yes, it does!
Getting to shoot with a hot English boy. . . WITH an accent!! XD
. . . AND!!!!!!!
Getting paid $600 worth of Clothes & jewellery. . .
Yes PLEASE!! :)

xoxo, Gossip Girl.

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What is wrong with our society???

. . . A rhetorical question indeed.

Parties. Drinking. Drugs. Knives. Sex.

50 years ago these types of behaviour in teenagers was close to unexistant.

What's changed in our world within the small space of 50 years that has caused such recklessness to be considered 'normal' in teenagers?

I'm so sick of being scared to walk through my own neighbourhood alone in the fear of being bashed, or stabbed, or robbed. I'm sick of being on public transport with groups of young boys and girls not giving a shit about anyone else around them. Swearing & boasting about how smashed they got the other night. Or how they paid their mate $10 to f**k their girlfriend, how they bashed a man with a lead pipe til he bled out of every orifice on his body & shook uncontrollably. Even worse, passing stations on my way home from school to see children, CHILDREN who look no older then twelve years old, smoking, drinking, swearing, hanging out with a group of other guys up to the age of twenty-five, just 'hangin' out at the station all day.

"Shouldn't you be graduating primary school now? Or running in inter-school sports? Do your parents even care you're here? Do they know?"

You ask the teenagers that go out partying every Friday and Saturday night, & you ask them why they drink? Why they smoke, or why they go to parties. I guarentee the answer is, "it's fun." If not, they don't even know why. & I'll tell you why. Now I don't know where it all began, but somewhere from the 1950's, to the 2000's, this behaviour became 'normal'. Somewhere along the timeline, having a healthy home-life & a bond with your parents became 'uncool'. Staying at home to be with your family became a joke. Having hobbies to keep you entertained faded, & the only way to have fun was to be drinking copious amounts of alcohol til you can't remember a thing. Sleeping with the hottest guy at the party so you could brag about how you 'went there'. Somewhere within the last 50 years, we, as a society, lost our individuality.

If I walk into a small store, the workers automatically assume I'm there to steal something, just because I'm a teenager.

It's come to the point where Taxi drivers have had to put bullet-proof glass between them and their passangers because so many have just been stabbed.

Now I'm not just pin pointing teenagers as the cause of societies problems, adults are just as much to blame as we are. Yesterday, I went to Croydon (I know, I know. . . What was I expecting!) as one of my good friends puts together & organises gigs which was yesterday. So being a supportive friend, I went along. Got off at the train station (Croydon station, double dumbness!) & walked down to the centre where it was held. Within the first ten minutes of walking, two men. . . gross, old, fat & looking somewhat drugged up, had a good & long look at me up & down, before smiling & asking 'how are ya' love?' I felt sick.

The generation we look up to as guidance to our own behaviour are failing immensely. It's a no-brainer why we, as the future generation are so screwed up, the ones we look up to, our role models, our parents don't even withhold a good social etiquette. & it makes me sad, it makes me angry & feel so insignificant that there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.